I'll Pencil You In

As the days get closer to Bill's return, the more on edge I am. I'm not nervous about him coming home. My nerves are on edge and any little thing that the kids or the cats or the telemarketers do can send me into fits of hysteria that only prescription drugs and good tequila can take away. I have house issues. If my house isn't exactly the way I want it, I'm tempted to stay home and get it just so. This isn't in a three year old's plans for life. He wants to GO. Anywhere. So the house must wait. If I can keep him occupied, great. If he's occupied with other kids, that's even better. So as my dear friend Shea gets ready to head back up to the strange part of the state, we are cramming in as much friend time as possible. We met at the park yesterday so the kids could blow off some steam. As you can see from the pictures, they are all insane.

Now, if we could just keep them locked up like this, we'd get so much done!!

This family is so giving. When we arrived, I had a Venti Iced Mocha waiting for me and as we left, Megan (the eldest wild child) gave us parting gifts:

Don't we look lovely, and slightly Hawaiian? Ok, we're waaaaay too white to look Hawaiian but it's somewhat tropical, no? Do you see Leah's pseudo black eye? She fell at least five times yesterday. The last one left her sprawled, face down at the park on that squishy rubbery stuff they put down so kids don't hurt themselves. It didn't work. She's a tough cookie and after being comforted, kept on going.

More kid fun today in the form of a lunch/pool date. I'm such the social butterfly!